Quotes About Destiny

Your own emperor bestowed Arrakis on House Atreides. I am House Atreides." The

The Baron could see the path ahead of him. One day, a Harkonnen would be Emperor. Not himself, and no spawn of his loins. But a Harkonnen. Not this Rabban he'd summoned, of course. But

el precio que pagamos era el precio que los hombres han pagado siempre por obtener un paraíso en sus vidas: nos ablandamos, perdimos nuestro temple. · —De Conversaciones con Muad'Dib, por la princesa Irulan

The Mahdi will be aware of things others cannot see," went the prophecy.

Kynes had said: "…the shortening of the way." In the old tongue, the phrase translated as "Kwisatz Haderach.

Mapes obeyed, trembling. The eyes without whites stared at Jessica. "You are ours," she muttered. "You are the One." There came another sound of unloading in the entry. Swiftly, Mapes grabbed the sheathed knife, concealed it in Jessica's bodice. "Who sees that knife must be cleansed or slain!" she snarled. "You know that, my Lady!" I know it now, Jessica thought.

Choose a good worm," she said, giving him the Fremen words of parting

For every veteran who returns with a new sense of destiny ('I survived; that must be God's purpose') more come home with barely submerged bitterness, ready to take 'the easy way' because they saw so much of it in the stresses of war.

I have little to do with how you'll meet tomorrow, Gurney Halleck. I can only help you meet today." "Then I'll accept that help and stay until

When our time ends on its rictus smile, we'll pass the lure of fortune.

Battle of Corrin.

He nodded. "Yes. They'll call me…Muad'Dib, 'The One Who Points the Way.' Yes…that's what they'll call me." And he closed his eyes, thinking: Now, my father, I can mourn you. And he felt the tears coursing down his cheeks.

It is fate, Nayla thought. It is God's will. They were the same thing. A

Your Kwisatz Haderach?" "Yes, the one who can be many places at once: the Kwisatz Haderach. Many men have tried the drug…so many, but none has succeeded." "They tried and failed, all of them?" "Oh, no." She shook her head. "They tried and died.

the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.

La vida del profeta nos encierra en su visión —pensó Leto—. Y un profeta solo puede escapar de su visión forzando su muerte de una manera que no había vislumbrado en ella.»

It is said of Muad'Dib that once when he saw a weed trying to grow between two rocks, he moved one of the rocks. Later, when the weed was seen to be flourishing, he covered it with the remaining rock. "That was its fate," he explained. —THE COMMENTARIES

I'll pay for my own mistake." "And your son will pay with you." "I'll shield him as well as I'm able." "Shield!" the old woman snapped. "You well know the weakness there! Shield your son too much, Jessica, and he'll not grow strong enough to fulfill any destiny.

I assure you that the ability to view our futures can become a bore. Even to be thought of as a god, as I certainly was, can become ultimately boring. It has occurred to me more than once that holy boredom is good and sufficient reason for the invention of free will. —INSCRIPTION ON THE STOREHOUSE AT DAR-ES-BALAT

I know the trap of prescience. My father's life tells me what I need to know about it. No, grandmother: to know the future absolutely is to be trapped into that future absolutely. It collapses time. Present becomes future.

Frank Herbert

What . . . does he plan?" "The Golden Path. He'll explain it to you later.

Ahh, but the dice cannot read their own spots.

This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.